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Wind is the whisper of our mother the earth |
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Wind is the hand of our father the sky |
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Wind watches over our struggles and pleasures |
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The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly |
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Wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings |
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Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn |
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Wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow |
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The wind is the singer who sang the first song |
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Wind is a twister of anger and warning |
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The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay |
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The wind is a racer and wild stallion running |
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And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day |
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The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons |
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Thunder of mountains, roar of the sea |
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Wind is the taker and giver of mornings |
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The wind is the symbol of all that is free |
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So, welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers |
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Follow her summons when she calls again |
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In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you |
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Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind |
